"Moment" Written & Produced By: Tonedeff for QN5 Music (ASCAP) HOOK: Time’s running out. Hold onto this moment, Cause you’re never gonna get it back. I Hope you had the time of your life. (repeat) V1: Now, What would you do with your time if you knew you were gonna die in one day? Would you jump through the hoops of your life with a boost, or would you deny and complain Would you run to the roof, suicidal and blue, as if you were deciding your fate/ or better yet, now would you cut to the truth - you’d get as stupid as you could all before you expired - no shame. (Time’s running out). Hold on to this moment, Cause you’re never gonna get it back. And the time slides right by us and with a silence without the slightest hint of a pitter pat It’ll be fickle and shift on you, unpredictable, ticking fast when getting laughs or it can drag when shit is bad The future’s in my grasp, hmph, there it goes, Now everything I was saying a second ago is in the past/ So we live with that. Which tense, can you feel tension Wait for it...in the 4th dimension Ain’t no one getting over - The relentless Pace forward is out of order with your senses Take notice - not a time out/ So I hide every clock in my house/ I don’t wanna be reminded of my anxiety that when I’m idle I’m wasting away while I count...down/ Waiting for a clean slate, For pete’s sake! Lonely, waiting a dream date. High brow. Ain’t no way to replace your mistakes No matter how good a replay, might sound Ain’t no fucking freeze-frame to see straight, Waiting for the stars to align, or a plausible sign or a law to be signed, As it all swishes by Cause really, the only right - is right now. Pow. V2: Hold onto this moment, cause you’re never gonna get it back And as each one passes, it adds baggage you gotta drag into the next, till you quit or collapse, Bit of romance in the concept of living fast No sitting stagnant, ya stop and then it’s your ass So we get attached to the madness of being frantic Until we crash into walls that were built to last - And it’s tragic. Niggas say give it time, but they’re spending mine while they give advice, Luckily, I’m wise - it was set aside, The simple take is that we’re dashing within our prime/ Then disintegrating into ash by the finish line 2 minutes in, 11 seconds gone, You can feel the ticks burrowed in your bones And they’re thoroughly devoted to murder while they’re serving you notice The borrowing is over and tomorrow isn’t owed. But I feel it in the bottom of my soul I don’t wanna die and yo - that’s all I really know I could live forever, but my body’s getting old/ God made a promise, but his clock his hella slow/ Holding your breath brings you closer to death It’s the loneliest lesson you grow to detest And this whole bit of flesh is a linear experience, except of course, within the mind where the Delorean is kept And I floor it...cause I...wanna...hold it… stretch this...out for...all that’s...left/ before it...runs out..I’ma..own it… With any doubts or small regrets We’re born at the entrance to the passage of time A form that’s defenseless to its savage design We morph as we trek it/ Until the reaper escorts us to the exit - molted and breathless Verse:3 (16) Once upon a time - I learned that time is life, And procrastination was theft So, if time is money, then you gonna serve time, When the time comes, life will pay for this debt/ Cause when time flies, bet it’s first class, And the time line of credit burns fast, So it’s high time, that you learn to manage it and in the interest of saving time/ Two-timing, you’ll find is your worst habit/ Cause it’s about time that I faced the music Because the way that I kill time is abusive And time and again, I get by on a whim I’m behind at halftime, and then right at the end is when I’m buying a win/ They tell me time is a snitch, but only time will tell If telling time will you keep you outta the cell/ Time flies and it heals all wounds it’s an angel, That’ll strangle you while it saves you. - Times up! - I’m grateful.

"Demon" Written & Produced By: Tonedeff for QN5 Music (ASCAP) V1 - ANXIETY Up in the morning I feel the immediate beat of my heart that is speeding up Feeding a demon that’s seeking to eat at my being I get up to pee and I think of a million things that I need to achieve And the chi is depleting I’m sinking while dreaming of singing I’m brushing my teeth, and I'm seeing the bleeding My vigorous scrubbing is leaving the gums till they’re bloody and beaten My stomach is screaming for something appealing to munch in the PM But what I’ve been dealing with really been keeping my hunger receding I want to proceed but I’m weak, and wiggin the fuck out I’m freaking, I’m stuck in a rut and the wheels of my brain have been peeling away in the deep of the mud And I’m eager to rush to the people to bust on the beats in the club But the meetings they come by the dozen, with none of em seeming to budge Jesus! There’s nothing to for me to become If I’m happy to sit on my ass and imagine my team had a buzz And it's never been easy for us, and then seeing the fuss over green little fucks that the media trumps while they leave us to eat up the crumbs (Egregious) And little by little I’m chipping away at the brittle facade of my will To fulfill the ambitions I had as a child Anxiety riddled, when time is an issue - I’m bound. (You will not slow me down!) I’m driven to finish the mission, no matter the prison I sit in, Is mental or physical, when did this shit go to trial? Possessed by a negative sense of denial and doubt GET OUT MY HEAD! O DEMON. V2 - TRIAL Ladies & Gentlemen, May I direct attention to gaze on the evidence that has been getting me fed up whenever presenting it/ Let it be known to the jury and judge of the court that I’m seeking a settlement And a conviction to put the defendant to death And I meant it when I said my etiquette wasn't as elegant when I'm addressing this Son of a bitch in my presence I bet if I let you reflect on elements that have been set up ahead of the sentencing, you would agree with the sentiment - O, Demon Look at the skeleton. People, now who could you tell it is? who do you know that could truly renew it to sediment, ruin the specimen/ Who in the hell be as decadent,? Part of his nature - a testament/ To be compelled to kill - whether he had the intent is irrelevant/ Who is the addict of adding the panic, until you need medicine/ Brutally batter executives, sicken the pitiful peasant The funeral debt is tremendous, we'll get a confession! Or better yet - 2 to a cell - if it’s time and anxiety in bed together,/ This beautiful serial killer has managed to kill everyone on the planet 100% of the time, And his record is perfect, and I will admit that I kind of admire that sort of commitment Denying the feat - you’re committing a crime with that bit of assertion- I’m ripping the curtain, revealing the truth and they get to observe it, I’m beginning to see the effects and he’s getting so nervous/ If our bodies regenerate why in the fuck do we celebrate Dying a day at a time from the poison he' gave us when birth hit/ And I’ve had it, no matter the verdict, I’m taking the law and I’m skirting it, doing it dirty, I’m bringing the murderer down/ If it’s sounding like I’m in a hurry, or cursing you out/ You will not slow me down! I want it so bad that I hate it, I’m breaking the barrier - racing to win everything cause I made it personal vow So either I die when I try or I throw in the towel. UGH! GET OUT MY HEAD! O DEMON . BRIDGE: I don't wanna wake up. I don't wake up. I don't wanna wake up. Anymore. I feel it when I wake up. Like I just exposed a nerve. Cannot shake the feeling - I left a single stone unturned. I know your relentless, you’ll never stop coming to tear me to pieces You hunting me, Crushing me, running me into the ground Till I vanish when breaking the fucking speed of sound You will not slow me down! I know that I’m living on time that I borrowed, And maybe tomorrow’s the day that I finally take my applause and bow/ I will not wake up in a panic again, starting now! GET OUT MY HEAD! O DEMON. Fin.

"Crispy" V1: (180 BPM) YES! You are now rocking with the brother that can bend space and time over the bass with rhymes, So no mistakes, you better go with the pace or die, Tone is the name - if you don’t know it, then 'que sera' Go head and take a shot, You’re a disgrace! I’m not following them bricks, it's like you're showing the way to Oz! So they complain cause I got em holding my weight at the bottom Knowing they ain’t gonna bother to - face off/ Brace to brawl, I’ve had enough of the safe talk/ You’re ass backwards, throwing a bat at a baseball I hate when they call me a faster rapper, Shame on you hate mongers heaping the praise on them fake frauds They’re claiming their favorites have got a gain on me, bating me often/ But I’m remaining calm in a state of elated dominance/ Aiming to body em, making a moniker Taking them down by the way that the audience savors every sound to be like "Damn! y’all hear what I just did?" There ain’t no muffucka that be spitting it this quick/ Living or dead, hit em in the head when they listen Give ‘em a sec, It’s a bit depressing they missed it/ This kid, flips it the best, with minimal breaths/ and lyrical depth. said with a crispness/ typical vengeful niggas reject that I’m swifter than them and I’m willing to bet if you listen back: it’s SHIT. Critics is inconsistent hypocritical idiots with no business Giving anyone lip when they’re just some dimwits Stay defending a prick like a bitch that’s dick-whipped Viscious with this gift, No gimmicks, rhythmic with a twist, and I’ll never tame this flow/ Cause brains implode from the name alone, So yo You might wanna take it slow. V2: (180 BPM) Let’s step it up! At a minimum Tell me I’m the best in the bunch, and admit it, cuz You don’t wanna test with the level that I spit from puppeteer snares, get Gepetto with a kick drum/ Niggas ain’t impressed with the fluff that you givin ‘em/ Beat 'em in the head with a punch, and a billy club/ Either you caressing your guns or obsessed with your dunks If you quest for the funk, then Tonedeff is the one/ With the sets you can trust, And you better believe it cause I’m an excellent judge/ Making records appealing and big events with a buzz And you’ll never compete cause you’re too slow - prolly couldn’t make a dent with bus on a benz from the front. Threaten me once and I’ll make a mess of your gums Crest shouldn’t touch/ Shoulda kept it on the HUSH-HUSH/ But you too stupid, and let it run… now you’re dead up in a dump truck/ So jet when the tension combusts/ And don’t mumble under your breath, I put a set of vents in your lungs Cause eventually, envious chumps, will attempt to assess that there’s special effects when I strum But NO! There is no illusion to what’s happening/ I’m actually rapping this with ravenous tenacity/ Go back and read the fact I bet the baddest if we can't agree, that ain’t a motherfucker as fast mathematically YO! I don’t wanna step on any toes/ But the winning flow’s infinitely Tone's And if we zone in to the prose, how it’s written and composed/ Ain’t nobody with a quotable as dope that they wrote – And SO! I am not a one-trick pony show/ Exposed when the drums get slow, With a twist a' the throat, bust about nine techs at your dome/ Singin while the thugz sift through the bones! V1 (ALT) @ 192 BPM. YES! You are now rocking with the brother that can bend space and time over the bass with rhymes, So no mistakes, you better go with the pace or die, Tone is the name - if you don’t know it, then 'que sera' Go head and take a shot, You’re a disgrace! I’m not following them bricks, it's like you're showing the way to Oz! So they complain cause I got em holding my weight at the bottom Knowing they ain’t gonna bother to - face off/ Brace to brawl, I’ve had enough of the safe talk/ You’re ass backwards, throwing a bat at a baseball I hate when they call me a fast rapper, Shame on you hate mongers heaping the praise on them fake frauds They’re claiming their favorites have got a gain on me, bating me often/ But I’m remaining calm in a state of elated dominance/ Aiming to body em, making a moniker Breaking them down by the way that the audience savors every sound to be like "Damn! y’all hear what I just did?" There ain’t no muffucka that be spitting it this quick/ Living or dead, hit em in the head when they listen Give ‘em a sec, It’s a bit depressing they missed it/ This kid, flips it the best, with minimal breaths/ and lyrical depth, said with a crispness/ Typical bitch rappers are claiming they're swifter than tone, but I bet upon playback: it’s SHIT. Critics is inconsistent hypocritical idiots with no business Giving anyone lip when they’re just some dimwits Stay defending a prick like a bitch that’s dick-whipped Viscious with this gift, No gimmicks, rhythmic with a twist, and I’ll never tame this flow/ Cause brains implode from the name alone, So yo You might wanna take it slow.

"Use Me" Written & Produced By: Tonedeff for QN5 Music (ASCAP). V1: I’m your puppet, no strings attached. Complete any task you could dream to ask. I could pretend that I need you back So that at opposite ends, we’re an even match/ Damn, I didn’t mean to snap I will cooperate, tell me your three commands/ The way I coddle you, quell all your greed, demands/ You’d think I’d conjured a spell from a genie’s lamp Hey somebody gotta be the master/ On a team there’s captains,on the seas - commanders Honestly I’m glad with how you lead the path. So, I’m willing to sacrifice all it seems you’re after/ I’m kinda fond of the leaching act with all the schemes & plans My self-esteem is damaged, And a hunter never questions an easy catch - It didn’t take a documentary to teach me that/ Now, I’m seeing the pattern, it’s easy to add up, I’m never the one to leave when it’s bad or to keep it from happening Inevitably the reason you pass with sneaky tactics Is some karmic revenge from my seedy past - Uh! I can’t help it - I’m free but I’m trapped - CHOOSE A black pelican whose wings have been snapped - MOVE And you’re selling pics to people to peep me intact. Abuse me. Use me. BRIDGE: Cause everybody loves you the day you make em a millionaire Till someone else can make em a billionaire Till someone else can make em trillionaire Let's see you take away the things they want, Will they still be there? V2: So...did you get everything your heart desired? And is there anything you want revised? Cause I’ll go editing the fabric of my being ‘Til the thread of me is casually tossed aside See I’m tailor-made to cater to your whims for an awesome price, see the cost is pride If you can live with and admit it’s been a grift/ Stickin' around for the gifts like a mobster’s wife/ Right, I don’t wanna bring your flaws to the light Cause I’m partly responsible like If I ever stumbled in the wake of all your lies I know without a doubt it wouldn't even stop your stride/ I wish I was somebody more like you with no conscious, drive and a darker side And still appear half-sane / But it’s too late to be launching a fucking smear campaign when the marker’s dry I’m feeling a bit lost inside though I thought I was holding my moral compass right side up But my mind’s kinda stuck, Deciding if I should draw the line at the crossing sign/ So, which way is wrong? Is it right? CHOOSE. Switch daily as long as you like. MOVE. Hit play on this song, you can call me tonight. Abuse me. Use Me.

"Cinder" Written & Produced By: Tonedeff for QN5 Music (ASCAP) Time is long gone. Come on. You know you can't rely on me. No. And I won't ask you again. No. And I won't ask you again. No. And I won't ask you again.